Date: Sat, 30 Nov 2013 17:33:42 +0000
From: Marcus DaCosta <marcusdacosta@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Curtis Seduces - chapter 9 (in the gay/adult-youth section please)

CURTIS SEDUCES - Chapter 9

This is the story of a teenage boy on his journey of self-discovery as he
engages on sexual experiences with various adult males. If this is not your
thing, or is illegal to read where you are, please click the exit button.
Otherwise enjoy. I appreciate your comments, instructions and participation
as the journey progresses. Contact details at the bottom. All usual
copyright pre-ambles and legal bits apply.

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RECAP:

"Curtis Denton, I am arresting you on suspicion of GBH, you do not have to
say anything, but anything you do say may be taken down and used in
evidence against you". And with that, they hand-cuffed me, and lead me into
the back of the police car, which sped off to the police station.

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CHAPTER 9: PC Collins

Save as part of a primary school trip when I was about seven I had never
seen the inside of a police station. Of course, I had been `stopped and
searched' many times over the years, that goes hand-in-hand with being a
black boy these days, but THIS was new territory for me, the whole
experience was entirely new, and I felt like a young child on their first
train journey eagerly looking out of the window to try and soak up as much
information as possible. Strangely there was a faint whiff of excitement
hidden somewhere amongst the cloud of nervousness that I was feeling, I was
sure that had I lived in Bristol, only a few short miles away, I would have
been a `regular' in here, so this `excursion' was long overdue in some
ways.

I was un-handcuffed and told to stand on the white line by the custody
office counter, which I did, to wait for the custody officer who was on the
phone, to process me, I was still accompanied the two arresting officers
and the lady from YOT, a bit of an overkill to have three people looking
like three `bodyguards' guarding a 14 year old boy who has not resisted
arrest. I was silently wondering if my quick-thinking mind would work at a
fast enough pace to get me out of this situation.

A door opened and PC Dave and another officer walked through, I took my
opportunity. "Him", I said loudly, so that both Dave, and my escorting
officers could all hear me. "He can vouch for me being at home between
eight and nine last night, because he was at my house checking on me and my
mum". I glared at PC Dave hoping that he would read from the glare `you
better back me up, or I will fuck you up'.  It was a long-shot, because I
did not know whether or not his colleagues would have known that he was
somewhere else during that time, but it was all I could think of to do.

"Is that the case?" one of the officers escorting me asked him.

"I will have to check my notes to confirm the time I arrived and left, but
sure, he was at home when I visited his property on my way in here
yesterday evening."

PC Dave continued on his way without even acknowledging me. I did a mental
rundown of the facts as I could remember them. `PC Dave had come initially
at 4am on Friday morning, and then returned to see me a couple of hours ago
on Saturday afternoon. I had not seen him on the Friday evening, so it
seemed that he was prepared to lie for me. I considered also, that they
have only arrested me, and not Dwayne, so presumably, either Henry reported
that there was only one attacker, or they are gonna try and find out from
ME who my `accomplice' was. I was also certain that Henry had only seen my
face in the swimming pool changing rooms, and at the shop, but that when we
attacked him, our faces were adequately covered.

The custody officer finished his telephone call, turned to me and asked me
to empty my pockets onto the desk. I handed him my front door key, the
remaining £5 note, and the two condoms that were in my back pocket of my
grey shorts. He documented them, and asked me to sign my name at the
bottom, informing me that I would be able to collect them upon release. I
recited my name and address as asked, keeping my cool as they took my
photograph, my fingerprints, swabbed the inside of my mouth to take a
sample of DNA and wrote various other facts about my appearance down.

"Stand against the wall with your legs parted placing your hands on the
wall", the custody officer commanded me.  I was not sure that a search was
entirely necessary as I was only wearing a string vest and pair of shorts
of which the pockets had already been emptied onto the custody desk; I
complied however, making my reluctance known by kissing my teeth and
screw-facing the officers.

"You've already heard that it can't have been me, whatever the fuck it is I
am being accused of". I said, still not having heard any specifics about
the allegations against me.

One of the arresting officers pointlessly patted down my arms and torso,
and then told me to remove my trainers, which I did; they were searched
before the officer returned to the pat-down, and worked his way up each leg
from the ankles up to my groin. Upon approaching the top of my second
thigh, he accidentally continued his pat down sliding his hands up the
inside of my shorts, all the way up to my groin, momentarily making contact
with my flaccid dick and balls, as I was `commando', having already dressed
for relaxing in the house. He did not apologize as he did not want to let
on that he had touched my dick. Again I gave a prolonged kiss of my teeth
emphasising my disapproval of being groped before stating "What the fuck?
You ain't allowed to touch my dick."

The offending officer turned to the lady from the Youth Offending Team
(YOT) and stated: "That was not intentional".

`Bastard', I thought to myself.

I was asked if I wanted legal representation.  "I do not need fucking legal
representation because I am fucking innocent of GBH, and you lot ain't even
told me who I supposed to have attacked, but yes, you CAN get me a
solicitor because I wanna put a grievance in against that motherfucker for
groping my dick" I said pointing at the offending officer, who I discovered
to be called PC Collins.

Collins was a slim man in his late 30's with neatly cut short, dark hair
and a reddish scarred face that looked like the 20-year-old residue of a
bad case of acne in his teens. To him I was not Curtis Denton, aged 14, top
of most of my classes in school, potential future Olympic athlete, unsung
full-time carer of my sick and mentally ill mother, no, to him I was
`another fucking black youth'. `Well fam, to me you're a fucking pig' I
thought to myself. `You scum' I added, mentally.

I was lead into a cell and told to wait there until my solicitor arrived so
that I could be questioned. The cell was bare. There was a ledge that acted
as a bed or seat with a thin plastic covered mattress and one blanket. I
sat down, putting my head in my hands and prayed. `God, if you are there, I
beg you get me out of this. I know I don't deserve it coz I did what I did,
but I ain't asking you for my sake, I am asking you for the sake of my
mother, who needs me.'

Half an hour passed. It was gone ten-o-clock when I heard footsteps
approaching my cell. A familiar voice echoed "Back against the wall,
Denton".  I stood up and moved to the back wall. PC Dave unlocked the cell
door and let Mrs. Price the lady from YOT in to speak to me. She sat down
on the `bed' and patted the mattress next to her suggesting I sat down by
her. PC Dave closed and locked the cell door behind him.

"What is going on?"  I looked into her eyes, pulling a cute, innocent
expression. "Why am I here?"

"Somebody has made a serious allegation against you Curtis". She said.

"But who?" I continued, "I mean, I know I was arrested for GBH, but that is
crazy".

"Do you have any idea who has made this allegation, Curtis?" She asked,
seeming to be drawn to me a little.

"I think I know". I said, preparing to suck her in. "It was my father
wasn't it... We had an argument on Thursday night, but I swear to God I
never hit him, miss". I sunk my head back into my hands.

"No Curtis", she replied, "The allegation has not come from your
father". Curtis, it has come from someone else".  I looked bewildered.  "I
am afraid that your solicitor will not be here for another hour or so,
Curtis", she continued" and as I need to go home to attend to my own family
I will need to call your mother as there has to be an adult with you when
you are questioned".

"Surely my solicitor will be an adult". I answered sarcastically.

"As long as you are happy to proceed like that". Mrs. Price replied.

"Yeah, that's kewl," I answered, "I'll be out of here in no time" I said
boldly before adding, "Do you know if that officer confirmed that he was at
my house last night?"

"He did", she confirmed, "He said that he visited you on his way to work,
but as his shift started at 9pm, there is still an element of possibility
that you could have been the attacker, especially as you were named by the
victim".

"And you cannot tell me who the victim is?" I asked.

"Henry Schneider". She replied

"What the fuck?"  I faked a confused look, which she definitely
clocked. For a few moments it seemed as if she was waiting for me to add
something, but I decided to keep quiet until my solicitor arrived. "Who is
left on duty in the station?"

"PC Stout, who is the officer you asked to provide your alibi, PC Collins,
the officer that searched you and the custody officer".

"Can you get PC Collins on your way out, I wanna apologize to him". I said

"Of course Curtis, that's the spirit", she smiled. "Good luck young man, I
will be in touch". With that, she left. I sat there pondering what had
happened so far. PC Dave Stout had obviously clocked on in the station at
9pm, and therefore could not account for me right up until 9pm but at least
he had tried, that confirmed to me that I had him on lock.

Ten minutes later another voice sounded. It was PC Collins. "You wanted to
see me". He sounded perturbed.

"Was it really an accident?" I asked him, "I mean genuinely". I mean, I
knew all along it was an accident, because he made no actual attempt to
grope me, as his hand touched me inappropriately, and he could not have
known that I was not wearing underwear. But I had to keep it as leverage.

"Yes kid," He pleaded.

"You wanna come in and search me again?" I asked, trying to sound tough,
but not threatening. "So that I can know how the search is meant to go".

"There's no need for that, Denton."  He spoke firmly. "Besides, there is
CCTV in the cell, and I have no legitimate reason to search you again,
especially if you are planning to bring this ridiculous allegation against
me".

"I have the right to report you", I insisted. "I'm fourteen years old, and
you know that you touched my dick sir, and you did it in front of three
witnesses, and even if you think the officers will back you up, I know for
sure that Mrs. Price will give a statement, because I have already
discussed it with her". I lied. "I beg you take me to the toilet and we
will sort it out there, surely there is no CCTV in the toilets? I need a
piss anyway." I added.

"Correct, there is no CCTV in the toilets, Denton". He confirmed as he
opened the cell door, obviously acting far outside procedure, but
determined not to risk losing his job.

I followed him in to the toilet, he glanced both ways along the corridor
before proceeding inside. I stood at the urinal, and had a piss as PC
Collins stood by the door wondering what I was going to do or say.

"So then", he stated. "Do you really want me to search you again, according
to the regulations?"

"Fuck the regulations" I said, as I stood out of my trainers and lifted my
string vest over my head, placing it on the sink.

"What are you doing kid?" PC Collins fretted.

"Saving your career, boss". I said smugly, before providing him with an
ultimatum; "You can choose, either suck my dick, OR I will be speaking to
my solicitor about what you did earlier".

"That was an accident". He insisted.

"That will be for the jury to decide". I mocked.

"There is no way I'm sucking your dick". He demanded.

I picked up my string vest from the sink and ripped it from top to bottom,
pulled my shorts down to my thighs, and fell at his feet in a compromising
position "Do you want me to scream rape?" I threatened.

PC Collins said nothing. Inwardly he sank. I pinpointed the very moment
where he `changed'. He had spent 35 or so years avoiding the very concept
of homosexuality, even turning the TV over when gay characters appeared on
screen, and yet here he was, resigned to the fact that he was going to have
to do this.

"OK kid", he said, "You win, this time". He sat down on the toilet seat and
I approached him, stood between his spread legs and pushed my shorts even
further down so that they fell to my calves.

My dick was semi-hard, and PC Collins was evidently amazed at the size of
it already.  "Go on, suck it," I ordered, as he tentatively leaned in
slowly moving his lips towards the tip of my ever-hardening dick. When he
was about two inches away, he closed his eyes, paused for a few seconds,
and then backed away. `Give it time' I spoke to myself as he approached it
for the second time. This time, he got within an inch before backing
off. `Third time lucky' I thought.

PC Collins opened his mouth wide, far too wide in reality, but I doubted he
had ever even seen a video of a blowjob, let alone given one. His eyes were
still firmly closed when his mouth got back within one inch and as it was
open I took the plunge, thrusting forward and forcing my now almost rock
hard outstretched dick into his mouth. He gagged, before closing his lips
around it and moving back and forth with almost no skill, and certainly no
effort. `Still, a blow job is a blow job', I thought to myself, `and now I
have two officers on lock'.

After about five minutes PC Collins started experimenting with his tongue,
licking up and down the sides of my long shaft, it seemed that once again
my large weapon had hypnotised another `punter', and yet not a single one
of them would ever `talk'. This is why I would never link a gay. Gays have
got no reason not to blab about you, that was too risky, nah, I preferred
to keep it to these straight, or so-called straight guys, forcing them to
deal with long-held pent up emotions or desires, and so far, it had worked
every time. NUMBER 9 was sucking my dick only 6 days after number 1. Damn.

I placed my hands around the back of his head and began to fuck his mouth,
as I held his head in my hands, I used my thumbs to prize his eyelids open
so that he was forced to watch what he was doing. This action got me so
horny, that I neared orgasm. I did not try deep-throating him, because I
could tell that he wasn't going to be able to handle it, and as much as I
couldn't have given a fuck if PC Dave Stout came in and spotted us, I did
not want the custody officer to hear and he was already making quite a bit
of noise just dealing with the 5 or so inches of my dick that he COULD
handle.

He grabbed the base of my dick with his fist to hold it steady so that he
could pump his mouth back and forth on it with more ease, and with more
speed. I let go of his head and he kept his eyes open, actually giving
quite good head now. My dick began to jolt and spasm in his hand.

"Swallow it", I ordered.

He obviously had not initially intended to do that, but again, my order was
heeded as another `pinpoint moment' was clocked, his expression changing
once again moments before my hot cum erupted out of my dick and showered
the inside of his mouth. As he gulped he pulled the sort of face you pull
when you suck a lemon. More and more cum seeped onto his tongue, and he
gulped again before sliding his lips off my hard pole.

I grabbed some toilet tissue and dried my dick so that there would not be a
`wet patch' on my thin shorts. I pulled them up, put my trainers back on,
and picked up my ripped vest. "If anybody asks, I will say I ripped this in
frustration" I said, allaying his worry.

"Kid", he said quietly. "This NEVER happened".

"Agreed", I said, "And by the way officer", I added, "You never touched
me". I winked.

He stood up, composing himself, and lead me back towards my cell to wait
for the arrival of my solicitor. We passed PC Stout on the way, who looked
at my shirtless torso, then down at the tent in shorts and then looked to
see which door we had just come out of. I winked at him, certain that he
knew exactly what had just happened. He rolled his eyes, and actually let
out a smile, perhaps slightly relieved that it was `not just him'.

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Meanwhile at the Mbwanga's house a game of monopoly which had looked like
it was going to take all night to finish took a sudden turn in Deloris'
favour when she landed on Park Lane, instantly bought it and put hotels on
it in one go. The other four players looked at their 'money' and expressed
their fear at landing on that side of the board as Deloris already had
hotels on 'the green set'.

"Oh Mrs. Mwbanga, it's not fair, your gonna win and I haven't even got a
full set yet" said Sean, who was sleeping over with Dwayne. "How can you
have five hotels already".

"Hotels?" Gamu joked. "She won't stop at hotels; she will probably build a
compound around that side of the board and employ maids to tend to her and
house-boys to guard it". She laughed as her mother gave her a sarcastic
look that read 'you know I could babygirl.

"Yes Gamucharai Gurtrude Mwbanga" her mother joined in the banter. "And you
will be the chief among the maids, and the first on the Air Zimbabwe flight
back home if you cheek your mother again my daughter."

"Yes ma" Thandazi piped up, "Send her home, I'll don't want to have to
share a room with her any longer."

Gamu's eyes were daggers at her sister; they had found sharing a room
difficult of recent. Thandazi was jealous of all the attention that Gamu
was getting, flying so high at Music College and all. Gamu had been
involved in giving recitals all over the place and had been asked to play
with Bristol's philharmonic orchestra after she became a semi-finalist at
2013's young musician of the year, an amazing accomplishment for a girl of
sixteen. Thandazi had always been in her older sisters shadow being two
years her junior, and she was starting to feel that she could never live up
to the high standard that Gamu had set.

"Girls, you were born to be sisters, not enemies". Deloris stated
profoundly.

"Oh shit" Dwayne said, butting in. "I threw a six, that's me out of the
game; I cannot afford to stay mummy's hotels".

"You cannot afford to swear again either, mister". Deloris spoke firmly,
disciplining her son.

"Sorry mummy".

"The only reason I am not sending you to your room is because Sean is here,
son. So instead, I am sending you to the kitchen to get the pizza out of
the oven, I can smell that it is ready".

"Sean, please come over more often" Thandazi joked, "It's only because your
here that we are getting pizza, otherwise mummy would be force-feeding us
sadza and spinach. Everybody laughed, even Gamu, and even Sean, although he
had no idea what sadza was.

Deloris, Gamu, Thandazi, Dwayne and Sean ate their pizza, garlic bread and
salad enjoying a lot more playful banter, choosing to abandon the game of
monopoly, declaring 'mummy' as the winner, rather than all enduring
embarrassing defeats.

"It is nearly midnight; it is time for everybody to retire". Deloris
announced. "Boys, We have to be up early for church in the morning, and
Gamu, you need to go and rest before your recital". She then took her
younger daughter to one side and asked her "Will you go and support your
sister tomorrow Thandi? Your father does not want to sit alone". Thandazi
nodded, agreeing begrudgingly.

"Where is daddy?" Dwayne asked.

"You know your father". Deloris said diplomatically. Before picking up the
dirty plates and stacking them in the dishwasher.

Everybody retired to their bedrooms and prepared to sleep.

Dwayne had two single beds in his room which he had shared with Tawanda,
his 19 year old brother, since he was a toddler. As Tawanda was away with
the British army in Afghanistan, Sean was able to sleep in his bed. Being a
small room, the beds were close together, with less than a one metre gap
between them, and the boys stood in that gap undressing for bed. Sean
stripped down to his tighty-whiteys, slipped into bed and watched as Dwayne
removed his clothes piece by piece. Dwayne's jeans and t-shirt were thrown
over to the chair, closely followed by his vest. He then pealed his socks
off, one at a time, and stood there in his Muppets boxers shorts enjoying
the fact that Sean was watching him. He turned around giving his back to
Sean, pushed his boxers down, allowing them to drop to the floor, before
climbing into bed stark naked. As he lifted the sheets and climbed in, Sean
was treated to a sneaky peak of his balls from the back.

"You sleep naked?". Sean asked his friend.

"Not normally bro, but you have promised me a fucking blowjob, remember".

Sean laughed. "Curtis promised you that I'd suck your dick fam, but what
does he know?"

"Bruv, he knows it, you know it, I know it, even the lifeguard fucking
knows it... You got a boner when my dick was in your face,
remember". Dwayne carried on, adopting a Curtis mindset. "We all saw your
boner fam, you were nearly as stiff as I am now".

"You have a boner now?" Sean asked.

Dwayne pulled the covers down to his knees revealing his four and a half
inch boner.

"Wow its big" Sean was impressed with the length of it and jealous of the
amount of pubic hair that his friend had.

"I beg you suck it" Dwayne pleaded.

"You're gay fam" Sean mocked, stalling.

Dwayne picked up his phone and scrolled to the video of his fucking Bekki
Lewis, clicked 'play' and threw the phone to Sean. "Does this look gay to
you". Sean watched Bekki suck Dwayne's 11-year-old dick, his eyes widened
as the video showed her dress him in a condom, and lay on the bed. Curtis
had filmed close up on Dwayne's dick sliding in and out of Bekki's wet
pussy. Sean could not believe what he was seeing.

"She's piff fam, who is she?

"Some gyal in Curtis class in Keynsham Academy". Dwayne replied.

"Fuck ME!!!!"

"No Sean", Dwayne joked. "You, Suck ME".

Dwayne put his hand out asking for the phone back as he did not want Sean
to watch any more videos in case he saw the one of Curtis fucking his
dad. Sean passed him the phone, slid back out of bed, revealing a small
tent in his underwear. He knelt down in the gap between the beds as
Dwayne. Shuffled towards him, lying at the edge of the bed, still hard as a
tower.

"This is a secret, right". Sean checked.

"Obvious". Dwayne confirmed.

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It was after midnight when my solicitor finally arrived, and I was lead
into an interview room to be interviewed by PC Miller, the custody officer
and PC Collins. `This is going to be easy', I thought to myself.

The solicitor was introduced to me as Mrs. Tuff, the interview protocol was
explained to me, and that PC Stout could not be involved in the interview
as if it went to court he may be called as a witness. PC Collins pressed
record on the tape and the interview began.

"Please confirm your full name".  He requested.

"Curtis Marvellous Denton" I spoke boldly, noticing a few raised eyebrows
at my middle name.

"Curtis, where were you between the hours of 8pm and 9pm on Friday
September 27th 2013?"

"I was at home" I lied.

"Can anybody vouch for you being at home between these hours"?

"My mother can, and PC Stout who was visiting us. I confirmed. Mrs Tuff,
the solicitor looked at the two officers, baffled at my alibi.

"He was attending Curtis' address to do with an unrelated matter" the
custody officer, Collins confirmed.

"Why are you holding him then?" Mrs. Tuff enquired.

"PC Stout could only vouch for Curtis until ten to nine, and the victim was
attacked between 8 and 9pm" Collins confirmed.

"This is ridiculous". She protested, before motioning with her hand for the
proceedings to continue.

"Do you know Mr. Henry Shneider?" Collins continued.

"I don't know the prick, but I know who he is".

"How do you know who he is?" The questioning continued.

"Because I have seen him about, I know he doesn't like me becuase he is a
racist prick, he is always making comments under his breath".

"How do you know his name?" Collins asked.

"We were both in the corner-shop yesterday, and after he left, he dropped
his wallet and I picked it up and got his name from his driving licence".
The two officers looked at each other baffled at my admission, as though I
was framing myself. "What has he accused me of anyway, why am I arrested
for GBH, I haven't even touched the prick".

PC Collins continued. "Mr. Shneider claims that you beat him up and stole
his wallet".

"Fuck me", I protested. "I handed his fucking wallet in to the lady that
owns the corner-shop, the one near the leisure centre; ask HER if I beat
him up". I continued. "And", I continued, "I saw her on the bus this
afternoon, and she told me that the racist prick came in to collect his
wallet this morning, and that he looked as if he had been in a fight".

Thankfully, Henry had fucked up his story, he had obviously not wanted to
admit to being raped, so he tried to frame me for theft instead, but didn't
think it through properly. I suspected that he was not in a clear enough
frame of mind to fashion a revenge plan.

PC Collins stopped the tape recording, and said to Mrs. Tuff. "It is too
late for us to contact the owner of the shop to corroborate this story now,
with your approval we will hold Curtis until the morning, and if the
witness is able to verify his claims we will release him on bail pending
further investigations". To which the solicitor reluctantly agreed.

"You will release him on bail in the morning, pending further enquiries
anyway", Mrs. Tuff spoke up. "Clearly this Schneider's claims do not ring
true, and need further investigation". She turned to me and whispered
"Don't worry son, you'll be out of here in the morning", she passed me her
business card, adding "Call me as soon as you are out".

PC Collins returned me to my cell as the other officer saw Mrs. Tuff
out. He looked at me shaking his head, but I was not sure why. I lay down
on the `bed', the plastic mattress clinging to my bare back, and tried to
get some sleep.

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"Are you gonna suck mine too?" Sean asked.

"You ain't got nothing to suck bruv" Dwayne mocked his white friends much
smaller dick.

Sean was slightly offended at this jibe, but, looking at Dwayne's dick he
had to admit that there was an element of truth in the joke. Sean spent a
moment in silent contemplation before he proceeded. What goes through the
mind of a ten year old with no history of abuse, and without the drive of
pubescent testosterone, when he is faced with performing a sexual task?
Sean seemed to click into automatic pilot as he leaned over his friend's
hip, sliding his hand up Dwayne's leg, from the knee, up to his hairless
scrotum and held the two grape sized balls in his fingers. He steadied the
dick by anchoring it at the base between his thumb and index finger, and
lowered his lips over it, trying to copy what he had watched Bekki doing on
Dwayne's sex video. His face lifted and sunk into Dwayne's lap, as Dwayne
lay back with his arms folded behind his head, closing his eyes, and
enjoying for the first time, the feeling of power that his mentor had been
describing to him.

Sean jumped onto the bed, and lay on his stomach between Dwayne's legs,
Dwayne shuffled back, separated his legs slightly, and lifted his knees,
sitting like a woman in labour as Sean plunged his face in between his
friends thighs and `went at' his dick with vigour. He used his tongue to
lick under the base of Dwayne's balls, sliding it up his sack, parting the
balls before continuing the journey up the boys hard cock, finishing at the
head.

"Do that again fam, that was HOT" Dwayne insisted. Sean repeated the action
exactly as Dwayne videoed him on his blackberry, zooming in on his dick and
tongue by the time Sean reached the tip. This time Sean continued by
closing his lips over the head and sliding his face up and down as Dwayne
filmed. The cheeks of Sean's face slid with ease up and down Dwayne's
Sweat-covered thighs.

Dwayne arched his back on the bed, forcing his friend to deep throat him,
which he did willingly as Dwayne's body tensed up and went into spasm as
Sean continued sucking him throughout the duration of his dry
orgasm. "Fuuuuuucccccckkkkk" Dwayne whispered loudly, not wanting to arouse
suspicion from his mum or sisters.  "Thanks bro, that was better than
Bekki, by far".

Sean felt oddly proud of that compliment, and smiled as he returned to his
own bed. The pair of them drifted off to sleep, only briefly being roused
by the noise of Dwayne's father peeping his head round the door to `check
on them' when he returned from wherever he had been.

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"Back against the wall Denton". A voice ordered. I had no idea what time it
was, when the keys jangled and unlocked the cell door. I had laid there
hour after hour drifting in and out of sleep but never really getting more
than ten minutes kip at any one time. "Come with me" the female officer,
whom I had not previously seen, continued.  I followed her back through to
the custody desk, glancing at the clock, surprised to find out that it was
almost nine-o-clock in the morning. "Sign here" she said, passing me a form
with my things listed on, she also passed me a clear plastic back which
contained my keys, my condoms and the five pound note. "You are free to go,
Denton, and we do not want to see you in here again". There was no
explanation offered, but I did not wait around to ask for one. I left the
police station, and walked along Bath Hill. It was a warm morning, but it
was raining lightly, and people were looking at me wondering why the fuck I
was not wearing a t-shirt.

As I approached the park car park on the corner of Avon Mill Lane I spotted
PC Dave Stout in his own car, apparently waiting for me. He opened the door
and said "Get in kid". I jumped in, pleased to get out of the rain, but
surprised that he was wanting to speak to me, given the dressing down I had
given him the day before, and the fact that I was blackmailing him to lie
for me. He passed me a Blue and White polyester tracksuit, that was
obviously one of his own, but looked new, indicating that I could keep it.
"I know you must have fucked that Schneider up, otherwise you wouldn't have
asked me to lie for you".

"How did I get released". I asked him, putting on the peng tracksuit over
my shorts.

"Ivy Morris, the lady from the corner shop corroborated your story
Curtis. In fact, she went so far as to give you a glowing character
reference, and spoke in such detail about Schneider's racism that when
questioned this morning, he dropped the charges" He explained.

"She is a fucking boss" I beamed. "Thanks officer" I put my hand high up on
his thigh seductively, but left it at that, opening the door to get back
out.

"Curtis", he rushed to tell me, "There is a little something for you in the
pocket, if you need me, call me, but don't take the piss again alright
kid".

I winked and started jogging up the road in the direction of my house. As I
ran, I searched the pockets, finding a small brown envelope with £100 in
crisp twenty pound notes, and a yellow post-it note with a mobile telephone
number written on it. My phone was safely hidden away at home, so I tucked
the number and the money back in the envelope, adding my £5 note to the
nest, looking up to the sky and mouthing `thank you'.

As I reached High Street a Mercedes pulled up next to me and the window
wound down, at first I was baffled until I saw the friendly face beaming at
me from the front passenger seat. "Yo Curtis, what you saying blud?" I
noticed the boys mothers disapproving look at her son's use of slang, and
as I wanted to `get in with the family' because of my growing affection for
Gamu (publically, and Dwayne too privately), I replied.

"What sort of English is that Dwayne?" I winked and Deloris smiled, both at
my correction of her son, and at my wink.

"Mummy, this is my friend Curtis". Dwayne boasted.

"Yeah, the one that Gamu has the hots for", Sean added from the back of the
car.

"Shuttup man". Dwayne turned around glaring.

"Dwayne I will not tell you again!" Deloris stated. "Young man, would you
like to come to church with us this morning?"

"Yeah, gwaan fam, come!" Dwayne added before correcting himself "I mean,
please join us."

`Why not' I thought, opening the back door and getting in next to
Sean. "Its been a long time since I have been to church, and I am long
overdue confession", I stated.

"Well", Deloris said, "We are not Catholics Curtis, so you will not need to
go to confession, we go to a Pentecostal Church in Bristol".

"Kewl", I said, not really believing that it would be kewl, but really
needing to speak to Dwayne privately to fill him in on the events of the
last 24 hours.

"What's up with your phone?" Dwayne asked. "The messages I sent you haven't
delivered".

"Oh, it's probably got a dead battery, my phone is at home fam" I said,
slipping up with the slang thing.

The conversation died out as Mrs. Mwbanga turned up her gospel music as we
continued to the church in Bristol.

The church was not what I was expecting at all, there were well over 100
people there mostly Nigerians, and a few other Zimbabweans and Caribbean
people. It was very lively, the drums, bass guitar and keyboard were all
played by accomplished musicians, and the singers were banging. The notices
were played like adverts on the screen, at the end of which it was
announced that the children and young people could go out to their classes.
Sean and I followed Dwayne up into a classroom with about ten other young
people from the age of 11 to 14. I was probably the oldest there, but it
didn't bother me, especially when our Sunday school teacher came in. He
looked about eighteen years of age, he was a smart and handsome African
young man with very short hair, and was impressively co-ordinated, wearing
chinos and a white shirt and white vans. Before we had even started, I
asked "Where is the toilet please?"

The Sunday school teacher replied "Dwayne, can you please show your friend
where the toilet is".  Dwayne walked out of the door, and motioned me to
follow him.

"Who is that dude fam, he is peng", I whispered to Dwayne as we walked down
the corridor to the boys toilet.

"That is Jaydon Samuels fam", he explained, "He is the Pastor's son".

"How old is he?" I asked.

"17 fam" Dwayne answered.

"He is peng ain't he", I smirked, "I wanna fuck him".

Dwayne looked slightly concerned. "Bruv, this is church doe".

I put my hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry fam, I will not bait you out",
which is urban slang for `getting you into trouble'. I filled Dwayne in on
everything that had happened in the police station, and calmed his fears
about him being in trouble, after which he got out his phone and showed me
the video of Sean sucking his dick. "Dwayne, you are a fucking gee". I
said, spudding him, "I told you he wants your dick fam". I moved to the
urinal to take a piss.

"Imma fuck him next time". Dwayne said boastfully.

"Yeah?" I asked "I wanna be there to film THAT" I laughed.

The door opened, it was Jaydon. "Are you two coming?" He asked.

"Sorry boss". I answered, as I finished my piss, and with my tracksuit
bottoms tucked under my balls, and dick in hand, I turned towards him
deliberately waiting until he had had a good look before tucking myself
away. I did not let on that I had noticed him check me out, but the
seduction had definitely begun.

As we returned, Sean looked over at Dwayne as if to say `Thanks bruv for
ditching me'.

During the hour long Sunday school class, I must admit I was not really
paying attention to anything that was being discussed, partly because I had
not slept, and partly because I was more interested in working out how to
add Jaydon to the list. Not only was be peng, but he was actually a nice
guy. The sort of person that I would want to have as a friend, he seemed
like me in many ways, although perhaps a richer, and more trouble-free
version, but I mean, that he was a black youth who had ambition an drive,
not ambition to be a rapper or drug-dealer, but to make something of
himself. I sat there on the chair, with my right hand inside my jogging
bottoms seductively, noticing him glance there every now and again.

A buzzer sounded which apparently meant that the service downstairs was
drawing to a close, and we could prepare to go down and get something to
eat. Jaydon said a closing prayer, which I also did not listen to, but
instinctively joined in the `amen'. All the other kids including Dwayne and
Sean rushed down to be first in line for the little tub of Jollof rice,
hard piece of chicken three slices of fried plantain, and a can of Orange
Fanta, but I lingered behind in the classroom to make contact with
Jaydon. "I'm sorry I was not really paying attention fam", I began, "I did
not mean any disrespect, but I did not get any sleep last night fam". He
asked me if I thought I would come again, to which I replied, "If Dwayne
invites me, I will come, but I dunno if I will be able to coz there
wouldn't normally be any space in the car".

"Give me your number bro", his speech loosened up a bit, "I passed my test
last month, and my dad bought me a car, so I could always come and pick you
up myself". He offered

"I live in Kenysham doe" I said, imagining that would cancel the offer.

"No problem fam", he loosened even further. "We live in Saltford so its
even kinda on the way".

"Sick" I replied, giving him my phone number, and asking him to text me
his, explaining that I did not have my phone on me.

I actually felt like I was gonna enjoy talking to Jaydon, but I was not how
honest I would be able to be with him. I mean, I could tell him I was
arrested, but could I tell him I was guilty? I doubted it, being the
pastors son and a good Christian boy, I imagined his whole ambition was to
`save me'. Time will tell, and I could not forget his lingering looks at my
groin. Jaydon lead me down to get some food, which I woofed down, having
not eaten since the previous afternoon. I was introduced to a few people,
including Pastor Samuels and his wife, and eventually we headed back to the
car to go home.

"Did you enjoy the service?" Deloris asked me, confident that I must have.

"Yes maam", I replied respectfully, "It was much better than going to Mass
in my old church, and Jaydon offered to bring me in his car if I want to
come again, and if you guys haven't got space for me".

"Perfect" She said, beaming with the confidence that she had plucked me
from hell.

Deloris pulled up at Sean's house and Gary and his wife Sue came out to
greet her. Pleasantries were exchanged and I volunteered to get out there
and walk home the rest of the way as I secretly wanted to confront Gary. I
opened the car door not giving Mrs. Mwbanga any opportunity to insist that
she dropped me all the way home, I made the phone shape with my hand and
mouthed to Dwayne `call me or ping me'. He nodded. Sean waved goodbye and
went inside with him mum.

"I thought I told you to stay away form my son". Gary spoke with more
boldness than even he himself expected.

"Calm the fuck down" I demanded, exerting my place as boss. "I can't help
it if he turns up at my church, can I?" I exaggerated. Fam, your pissed,
coz you regret giving me your ass so easily, I understand that fam, but no
need to take your pain out on me doe".

"You implied you are gonna fuck my son". He answered.

"I was joking fam", I declared "I don't want a skinny 10-year-old crakka
ass fam..." I continued, "Your missus on the other hand tho... she could do
with a real big black cock". I winked.

"You keep the fuck away from my son, and you keep the fuck away from my
wife, you hear me?" he pleaded.

"Nah fam", I got rowdy, "You don't tell me what to do fam, otherwise I will
have to show Sean and your wife the video I took while I fucked you like a
bitch."

"You did not" He hoped, vainly

"Test me then". I scoffed.

He looked worried, seriously worried. He believed me. "Just keep away, I
beg you". He said, almost ACTUALLY begging me. And with that, I walked
away.

By the time I got home it was after 2-o-clock in the afternoon. Mum was
still in bed laying there with her eyes open staring at the ceiling. She
didn't even flinch when I entered her room. "You ok ma?" I asked her
softly. She did turned to look at me, with glazed eyes, but did not
reply. "Are you hungry ma?" I asked her, trying to engage her again. Still
there was no reply. "Ma, I'll be in my room if you need anything ok".  I
left her staring at the ceiling, and went to my room, took my phone out of
the hole I cut in the lining of my mattress where I had hidden it when the
police came for me the previous evening, and plugged it in to charge.

While my phone was charging, I ran downstairs, and peeled three large
potatoes, chopped them into small pieces and put them on to boil, realising
that I would need to cook some food for me and mum to eat later on.

Returning to my phone I accepted the video clip from Dwayne, replying
`Thanks fam'.  As promised there was a text message from Jaydon which read
`Here is my number fam, holla anytime you wanna chat or jam or whatever'. I
was stoked. I knew he was gonna become a friend. There was a whatsapp
message from Kemal asking me if mum was ok, and there was a voicemail from
a man called Danilo enquiring about renting the room.  I returned the call.

"Hello bro, this is Curtis here, you left me a message enquiring about the
room". I said.

"Yes mate", Danilo answered in a mild Filipino accent. "Is the room still
available?"

"Yes bro, did you wanna come and see it?"

"Please mate". I gave him the address, and we `booked a viewing' for
7-0-clock that evening.

`Yes' I thought to myself, feeling like a bossman for sorting out our money
problems. I ran back downstairs, and turned the par-boiled potatoes off,
set my alarm to wake at 6.30pm giving me four hours of much needed sleep. I
slumped on my bed, still wearing my trainers and tracksuit, and the minute
my head hit the pillow I was `out'.

At 6:30pm I was woken by my alarm, I got up, checked on mum who was still
lying in bed. I went downstairs, and put the potatoes back on to boil. I
emptied a tin of value baked beans into a pan and heated it, placing eight
fish-fingers under the grill. When the potatoes were suitably soft, I
drained the water, added a little milk and butter as I had seen mum do in
the past and mashed them harder than I fucked Gary's ass. I dished up the
fish-finger, mash and beans dinner a plateful up to mums room on a tray,
with a glass of water. Leaving it on the cabinet by the side of her bed. I
put my hand on her shoulder and gently shook her. "Ma, snap out of it, you
need to eat something". She looked at me, and without saying anything, sat
up, and began cutting her fish-fingers into small pieces. I left her to
eat, and returned to my own dinner, adding a couple of slices of bread and
butter to my portion.

Just as I finished eating at about quarter past seven, the doorbell
rang. It was Danilo. He was a very young looking man of 20, but like many
far-eastern men, could have passed for my age. He was short, about 5 foot
6, with short black hair and dark eyes. He was wearing tight jeans, not
quite skinny jeans, but tight none the less, and tight fit Lacoste polo
shirt. Although he was small and slender, he appeared to be toned, and I
could see that he had impressive pectoral muscles the way that polo shirt
clung to them. I greeted him, and showed him the room. I informed him that
if he took the room, he could use the parking space outside as neither me
or mum drove.  He was impressed with the room, and sat down with me in the
living room to go through the details. We agreed £80 a week rent, which
was seriously undercutting most of the other rooms in the area, and he told
me how he was an oversees student but that he had not done well in his
first year, and had decided to retake the year. His parents were apparently
government officials in Manila so I did not have any worried about him not
being able to pay. We agreed that the matter could be dealt with by a
hand-shake, and did not worry about contracts which was a fucking relief,
because I had not let on yet that I am only fourteen, and have no idea
about these things. I explained to him that my mother was unwell, but he
didn't really seem concerned about it, so I opened her door slightly so
that I could introduce him to her. "Ma, this is Dan, he is going to be
staying with us for a while ma, ok?"

She looked at me smiling, and nodded in agreement, before getting back into
bed and resuming her attention to the ceiling.

"She seems harmless enough" Danilo said.

"Yes fam, she is a saint" I replied, "just a bit of a fucking crazy-ass
one" I winked.

I gave Danilo a spare key, and showed him around the rest of the house and
the garden, he gave me a thousand pounds in cash, paying in advance up
until the end of the year, indicating to me that he would start moving his
things in the following day.

We bumped fists (spudded) and I showed him to the door. He was driving a
fairly new white Audi TT with some impressive chrome rims. `Wow' I thought
to myself.

It was now 8-o-clock, I shut the door behind me, and jumped in my own Audi
TT, well, ok then, jumped on my BMX, and rode as fast as possible up to
Ivy's shop to go and thank her for her part in my release. I wondered if
she suspected that I had caused his injuries. Upon reaching the shop I was
shocked to find that Henry was actually in there talking to Doris by the
till, or should I say, being given a talking to BY Doris. I waited outside
in the doorway of the shop next door, which, being Sunday evening, was
closed. As he left Ivy's shop and attempted to walk past where I was
loitering, I grabbed him by his coat, and pinned him against the glass of
the shop. "You flopped crakka", I mocked him, holding him firmly against
the window with my arm, pressing the whole weight of my body against him
and making out like I had a knife in my other hand, which was concealed in
my pocket. It was clear he did not know whether or not I was bluffing. He
said nothing, but looked petrified. I looked him square in the eyes and
said convincingly. "Next time fam, I fill fucking kill you". With that I
let him go giving him an impressive punch to the stomach, seriously winding
him, before allowing him to go on his way.

I waited for a minute, before going into the shop. "What did that prick
want?" I asked Doris.

"I dunno", she laughed, "But not what I gave him, that's for sure" she
boasted, obviously having given him a dressing down.

"Not what I gave him either" I laughed, showing her my clenched fist.

"Be careful Curtis", she said lovingly. "You got away with it this time, my
sister filled me in on her visit from the police this morning, but you
might not be so lucky next time, and you know what happens in prison to a
pretty boy like you". She smiled.

I was relieved. Doris and Ivy knew that I had fucked him up, well, they
obviously didn't know that I'd actually fucked him, but they knew I was no
angel, and yet they still wanted me around.

"Ivy is at the evening service in the local church", Doris answered, "she
will be back soon if you want to hand around and wait for her."

"I just came to say thank you", I offered, "to both of you actually" , so
please tell her that I am very grateful for being nice to me".

"Consider me told" Ivy said, walking in through the door as I was still
speaking. I told them how I went to church that morning, and about how
Danilo was moving in to my house. They made me a mug of some drink they
called Ovaltine, that tasted like shit, but I drank it because it was made
with love. Ivy prayed a little prayer for me and for my mum, asking me what
her name is.

"Denise", I replied.  The two ladies both kissed me like grandmothers on my
cheek and gave me a hug, I must admit, Doris' hands were suspiciously
placed on my ass as she did that, but that made me smile to myself.

I rode home, checked on mum who was still laying in bed, where she had been
for over 24 hours now, closed her door behind me, taking her dirty plates
and cutlery, I placed them, along with mine in the dishwasher, and wiped
the sides and the over down before going to the bathroom to have a quick
shower before getting an early night, reminding myself that I had had a mad
weekend and needed to get up for school the following morning, with no more
slacking off otherwise Coach Mark would not be impressed.

I left my grey shorts in the washing machine and carried my new tracksuit
into my room, tidying it away, and climbing into bed naked as the day I was
born.

I set the alarm on my phone to wake me at 7am, and noticed a message from
Gamu:

`I hear you went to my church today'

`Yes babes' I flirted, `I really enjoyed it, I will be going regularly'

`really?' she asked, with a smiley face to prove that she was delighted by
this, `so you believe in God then?'

`There has to be a God' I concluded, `there is no way a creature as
impeccably magnificent as you could be the outcome of anything other than
intentional and purposeful design' I said, trying to sound philosophical,
intelligent and flirtatious all wrapped up into one.

`wow' she said, followed by a blushing smilie. `my sister says she knows
you' she added, changing the conversation.

`All the girls know me, babes', but I swear I don't know any girl called
Thandi or Thandazi in my school'. I thought wondering who she was, coz I
remembered Dwayne mentioning that she was 14 too, although she could be in
the year below me if she has already had her birthday this term.

`Got to go and eat' Gamu wrote, before adding five kisses.

`Five' I thought to myself continuing my philosophising, `now one or two
could be the standard action when finishing a conversation with everyone,
like some girls do, but five!... she really DOES want me'. I lay there
smiling, feeling the blood rushing to my slowly hardening dick.

The blood rushed straight back out again when my phone rang tho, it was
Mr. Wilde. `Fuck it, what does he want' I thought to myself.

"Hello sir", I said indifferently

"Hello Curtis, how are you buddy, have you had a nice weekend?"

`What does he know?' I wondered. "What did you want sir?" I asked,
remembering that he is not supposed to be calling a student, so this cannot
be `official business'.

"Well, he went on", my sons are both sleeping over at friends houses
tonight, so I wondered if you wanted to come over and spend the night here
buddy".

I was shocked, and totally uninterested. "Amelia turned you down has she
tonight sir?"

"Very funny Curtis, you know very well I can hardly see Amelia while she is
pregnant" He realised how bad that sounded. "Anyway, I was hoping..."

"Sir", I butted in, "I told you sir, what happened was a one off, I am not
a fucking fag alright, so fuck off".

"But Curtis". He tried to continue, but I hung up the phone.

`Fuck it', that's all I need.

I lay there wondering how I was gonna be able to turn Mr. Wilde off me. Its
not that I didn't like him, its just that I was not interested in going for
seconds with anyone, I did not want to risk getting caught, or anyone
getting attached to me like that.

Before long my thoughts drifted away from Mr. Wilde in the direction of the
two new targets that I had met today, Jayden and Danilo, both young
good-looking (piff) straight guys that I was ready to break in Curtis
style. I took out my piece of paper, reminding myself of the situation with
the pregnant girls as things stood. Turned it over and wrote: 1) Vince the
Van Driver, 2) Antonio the Lifeguard, 3) Kemal, 4) Mr. Wilde, 5) Gary
Clarke, 6) PC Dave Stout, 7) Henry Shneider, 8) Coach Mark Strange, 9) PC
Collins.

The next guy was going to be number 10. This had to be a good one!

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